Sex when we were married was terrible.

It felt like we had been incompatible from the start. She was never willing to experiment in the slightest — she wouldn’t even suck my dick. I resented that she wouldn’t even try, so I stopped trying to please her. I don’t even know why we kept having sex when we were both so clearly not into it, but we did the obligatory deed fairly regularly, right up until we decided to divorce.

Since we didn’t have kids and weren’t rich, there wasn’t much to fight over when we split, but we fought nonetheless. By the time we signed the paperwork dissolving our marriage, I hoped never to see her again.

I managed not to for about a year, but we don’t live in a big city and neither of us had moved far, so it was bound to happen eventually. Of course it couldn’t have been at the grocery store or at church or somewhere we would have to be civil and then go about our business. Instead, we both ended up at the same karaoke bar on a busy Saturday night… and we were both pretty drunk.

I was pissed that she showed up, but I had to admit she looked damn good in a skintight minidress and sky-high heels. She never wore anything that revealing when we were together, and I couldn’t help commenting on it.

“You looking to get laid this evening?” I asked, coming up behind her.

When she turned and saw it was me, she glared and said, “If I was, it wouldn’t be with you. You’re terrible in bed.”

I almost choked on the swig of beer I’d just taken.

“I’m not terrible. You’re fucking boring and wouldn’t ever do anything. How can I be bad at nothing?”

I don’t completely remember the rest of our argument, but somehow our angry words started to be laced with something else — some kind of pent-up, unexplored lust between us that I never would have expected. We went back to our friends, but as the night wound down, and we got a few more drinks in us, we found ourselves in the same Uber headed back to my apartment.

We barely made it through the door before she threw herself at me and kissed me hard, unbuttoning my pants as she pushed me inside. We frantically stripped each other’s clothes off, and it was bizarre how someone I had lived with and seen naked thousands of times could already feel like a stranger again.

She pushed me back onto the couch, then dropped to all fours on the rug. She literally crawled the last few steps toward me, back arched, ass up like some kind of sexy, prowling catwoman.

My ex maintained eye contact with me as she took my dick in her hand and ran her tongue around the head. She kept glancing up at me with the sexiest look when she slid it into her mouth, dragging her tongue along the base as she bobbed her head up and down.

Who the fuck was this vixen and where had she been the whole time we were married?

She had obviously been practicing sucking dick because she was now an expert, but I didn’t want to think about that in the moment. Instead, I sunk back into the couch and enjoyed the outcome.

I stopped her before I came, determined to prove that I wasn’t bad in bed. Maybe that’s all we were both trying to do…

I switched spots with her and stripped her panties off, delighted to discover that she now apparently shaved down there, too. I started licking her clit and fingering her.

It seemed like it took forever, but when I finally felt her pussy clenching around my fingers, I realized I had never made her come like this before. Loving the feel of her wet pussy, I wanted to keep going and make it happen again, but instead she stopped me and bent over the couch in invitation.

I pushed my dick between her pussy lips and thrust forward, amazed at how good it felt to be balls-deep inside my ex-wife.

“Fuck me hard! Pull my hair!” she cried out.

I did as she asked, wrapping her hair in my fist and yanking back firmly. I felt powerful holding her like that while pounding into her.

She crawled the last few steps toward me, back arched, ass up like some kind of sexy, prowling catwoman.

“Fuck my dirty whore cunt! You’re so deep in my sopping wet pussy!”

Hearing her scream words that she would never have uttered before was such a turn-on that I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I came with an explosive shudder.

As we sat panting next to each other on the couch, I had to ask, “Where the fuck did that come from?”

She just smiled at me and shrugged.

“Were we a little hasty with the whole divorce thing?”

She stood up and retrieved her sex kitten clothes, treating me to an incredible view of her beautiful bare pussy as she bent over to pull her panties back on.

“Don’t get sappy on me. It was just sex,” she said without even looking at me.

My ex-wife was now a man-eater, and fuck if it didn’t make me want her even more.

“If it was just sex, then we should do it again,” I suggested, eliciting a smirk from her.

“Okay, let’s do it again… right now,” she said, straddling me on the couch.

Divorce, you could say, had been good for our marriage. At least that night it was. As she was leaving, I suggested a sequel. She didn’t rule it out.

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